Over the last few months, I’ve seen a community that looks like me devastated and ravaged by a virus at a significantly higher rate than other communities.
Over the last few years I’ve seen a community that looks like me devastated and ravaged by police brutality.
Eric Garner, Ezell Ford, Michelle Cusseaux, Tanisha Anderson, Tamir Rice, Natasha McKenna, Walter Scott, Philando Castile, Botham Jean, Atatiana Jefferson, Breonna Taylor, Ahmad Arbery, George Floyd…and these are names off the top of my head. Who am I missing? Who didn’t make the news? Who didn’t receive coverage (and likely justice) because there was no video?
My first “escape” has always been travel, but where does one go when you can find no refuge?
Truth be told, being at “home” is lonely and being on the road is equally as lonely.
Scrolling through social media screen shots of injustice only remind me of this loneliness because, tragically, I know how it ends without even watching.
In recent days, I’ve felt more overwhelmed because the pain is inescapable. Emotions have come full force because this is my reality. This is my life every day.
Waking up and praying that I have no interaction with the police daily is exhausting.
I’m anxious about daily routines (or at least what should be routine) because it could result in me losing my life.
As much as I love traveling and talking about travel, it’s become difficult to do. I can’t focus and losing the drive to write about the thing that I love is tough.
I can’t sleep despite being exhausted so I’m going to take a break and spend more time with my first and true love…my wife, daughter, and family.
I love y’all and I’ll be back but for now I’m signing off with my…